The journal of Kate England
It’s the middle of September and soon the autumn equinox arrives. Autumn, with its fiery foliage and brisk breezes, whispers secrets of transformation. It's a time to shed the old, embrace change, and let fresh beginnings take root, just as leaves gracefully fall to nurture the earth.
Read MoreThis year, autumn reaches into November. The cyclamen is still in bloom. Climate change so often on my mind.
Read MoreSummer evenings on my balcony are blissful. Gentle euphoria. A pocket of regeneration and peace. It’s the third summer of the pandemic. The first summer of the Russia-Ukraine war. And perhaps the first summer when the climate emergency is beyond any doubt…
Read MoreOne morning, I woke up to a curious, ethereal pink glow cast on the rusty, orange autumn leaves. Otherworldly. Rubbing my eyes in the early morning, I was nearly expecting to see an extraterrestrial being or a goddess resting on my balcony…
Read MoreThe second summer of the pandemic has been the summer that the weather ceased being a safe topic. Although perhaps not thrilling, but the weather was often the source for a conversation that you could have with just about anyone. A kind of social glue. But this summer it got under our skin…
Read MoreIt’s been an exceptionally warm spring and early summer. There’s been heavy rainfall too. Soon it’s already Midsummer’s Eve. The second summer of the pandemic…
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